But they’re all
here, and the Cavemen have probably sent their best and brightest
as well, though who can say for sure: they don’t really have
any marquee players as such. Their guys sure do look like they came
to play, though. And the field, such as it is, is refreshingly free
of logos or billboards. It is also free of seating, lighting, concessions,
and parking. There is no crowd. Outside of the players, there’s
just you and me, who watch from above like the omnipotent and omniscient
writers & readers we are. The Expos don’t know that we’re
here; the Cavemen barely even know that the Expos are here, to say
nothing of ourselves. And now the home team takes the field, and the
music starts up, and the glacier beneath our players’ cleats
throbs. Thirty-foot-high subwoofers do not mess around.
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